Nothing Much Suprises Me….Anymore!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Like a yacht without a rudder
We’re cast asunder on the waves
Now our manager’s felt the utter disdain
Of a Muscovite blokes traits.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Now Henk has gone or so I’m told
I’m totally confused
Shall I go and blow me hard earned dough
On another season ticket, to watch beloved blues?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Steve Clarke’s en route to Goodison Park
Or so our grapevine says
Tin tacked by a cash-rich oligarch
Who it has to be said, is rarely seen at any games

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Said money’s left me bank account
So I’m sort of stuck you see
With a plastic seat down at Stamford Bridge
To sit and watch in anguish, our gaffer-less first team!



We might even be able to keep the back pages full of football talk, in our quest for a new manager, long enough to ward off any spiel about the blimmin cr….t, during the close season, with a bit of luck!



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/nothing-much-suprises-me-anymore/